The store was silent as a tomb, a thin layer of dust coating every surface. Light streamed in from the front windows to provide some illumnination, but toward the back Greg was forced to break out his flashlight to browse the store's wares.
Cabela's really did have everything under the sun. The archery selection would take up an entire floor of a small shop, and it was like that in the entire store. He stood in front of the wall of equipment, there so many different items to choose from and his only constraint was how much he could carry.
"Spoiled fer choices, tha's certain." He murmured to himself, and as he took a step forward he heard the front doors creak open, echoing loudly in the otherwise silent store.
That noise had his complete attention, and Greg instantly crouched down behind a display rack, wishing he'd had the good sense to bring his pistol with him. Hopefully whoever was in the building with him was friendly, but he'd be an idiot to simply call out and come into the open without waiting to see exactly what he was dealing with.